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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

John Dryden

For they can conquer who believe they can.
JOHN DRYDEN

Believe Conquer
Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Cement Foundation Knowledge Society Truth
None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
JOHN DRYDEN

Finding Himself Imperfection Mistake Secret
Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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Desire God Greatness Sin
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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Kind Man Vice Virtue
Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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Death Finding Love Time Way
For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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Bound Drink Food Live Power Thinking
But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Himself Magic Walk
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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Affection Goodness Grace Principal
Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
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Judgment People True
They think too little who talk too much.
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Talk Thinking
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
JOHN DRYDEN

Live Myself Past Power Rain Shine Worst
An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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Benefit Fate Pleasure Relate Sorrow Time
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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Fury Revenge See
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
JOHN DRYDEN

Cheating Favor Fools Hope Life
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
JOHN DRYDEN

Bitter Poem Satire

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